Thursday, December 24, 2015

A Very Zombie Christmas

Since finishing a major writing project, I’ve been playing quite a bit of a Undead Nightmare the past few days. This is a zombie video game based on the western Red Dead Redemption. I’m having a lot of fun. There are four different kinds of zombies, including fast crawlers and “retchers” that spew green puke at you. There are also mythical animals like the sasquatch, the chupacabra, and the four horses of the apocalypse, which you can catch and ride. So far I’ve only caught “War,” who is on fire and burns all the zombies he touches.  Last night, zombies entered my dreams, and the results were quite hilarious. I was living in a zombie apocalypse but wasn’t a zombie. To survive, I was mimicking their behavior. Here’s the tale:

I’m shambling along when I bump head on into another zombie. He snarls at me and I snarl back, but neither of us will give way. We start battering against each other with our heads and upper bodies, trying to knock the other aside. I look more closely at the other zombie after a moment and realize he’s the chef from my favorite restaurant. I still won’t give way and keep battering. Gradually I seem to be winning.

Then, three other zombies come over and start beating at me with their fists and arms, and I realize it is to make me leave ‘their’ favorite chef alone. The next thing I see is a quick cut of the restaurant itself, which looks like a wooden plank shack on the side of a river. The door pushes open and dozens of zombies start stumbling out and coming toward me. One is carrying what looks like a hoe. I realize that they too are angry at me for attacking their favorite chef. In the final scene, I’m lying on my back, victorious after my battle with the chef, and I’m holding up his mandible. I shout at the zombies coming toward me: “let’s see him talk to you without this.”

Had I written this instead of dreaming it, I surely would have had my hero holding up the chef’s hands and shouting: “let’s see him cook for you without these.”

I can’t help but add one more scene that seemed to follow this dream. I appeared to be a real zombie this time, and shambling back and forth across a stage that had been set up for a rock band. Suddenly a bra landed on the stage at my feet. I guess I’d earned a fan!

                 


13 comments:

Richard R. said...

Though I'm not into the zombie thing, I do wish you both a very merry Christmas! Keep bailing that back yard……….

X. Dell said...

Are you saying your dreams need editing?

I didn't realize zombies could hold that kind of grudge. I'm wondering what you'll be thinking next time you eat at that restaurant.

Charles Gramlich said...

Richard R., the yard is starting to go down a little this morning.

X. Dell, Probably I'm saying I can't let anything alone.

oscar case said...

You must have gone to a bad restaurant. I had a good chuckle on this one.

Cloudia said...

I'm your fan - but I'm not sending underwear, Charles!




Warm ALOHA to You,
ComfortSpiral


Charles Gramlich said...

Oscar, or a good one! :)

Cloudia, perish the thought

Greg said...

nice dream!

Snowbrush said...

I’ll have to send a link to this to my zombie-loving friend in Britain who takes great delight in dressing up like a zombie every chance she gets.

The last video game I played was Pac-Man, but I can’t even remember what we played it on. Did it come with it’s own screen? I just know that this was before the people I knew (except for one) had computers, and nobody had the Internet.

Prashant C. Trikannad said...

You "live out" your dreams, Charles! Enjoyed this.

Charles Gramlich said...

Greg, a bit of fun.

Snowbrush, the only pac-man games I knew were at the arcades on those big machines. But maybe they had versions for home gaming boxes.

Prashant, I do love 'em.

Snowbrush said...

"the only pac-man games I knew were at the arcades on those big machines. But maybe they had versions for home gaming boxes."

There were no arcades at that time in Bookhaven, Mississippi, and I wouldn't have gone to them anyway, so it sounds like it had to be a special viewing screen, but darned if I can remember just what it looked like. I left MS in '86, so it would been quite a long time ago.

Bernard Lee DeLeo said...

Wow! :) Happy New Year, my friend.

Riot Kitty said...

Zombies and a bra reward! How could you *not* write about this?